Rantings of A Madman

Oh, ye tears that teareth away as fire castrates from brimstone. Sadness that has stricken you, why fight that particular moment? While you ponder the simplicities of hate and greed, must you alter your anguish? More

Oh, ye tears that teareth away as fire castrates from brimstone. Sadness that has stricken you, why fight that particular moment? While you ponder the simplicities of hate and greed, must you alter your anguish? I am fond of all aristocrats, and yet sickened of magnates. I dare not blame an eye for an eye, but the way things are entangling, it seems our future is already at its demise, so why not give in? Endless power, superb mortality, is it not what we yearn for?